We had met online and hit it off real well. Our conversations flowed, the banter was great, and when she finally showed her face–holy shit. She was drop dead gorgeous. We consumed each other’s days, texting constantly and diving deep into our thoughts, sharing our opinions, exchanging ideas and sexting constantly. We would FaceTime, we would Snap, we would share our bodies digitally and share posts, gifs, and photos that excited us and things we were going to do when we finally saw each other. Here was finally someone who matched my libido and reciprocated my sexuality. It was on.
She made plans to visit me in America and I made plans to reserve a hotel for us to stay at, and after several tortuous and titillating months she was finally here in my city. I waited outside the international terminal and as soon as I spied her looking around for me I couldn’t wait. Thousands of miles closed, 20 feet to go. I needed to hold her. She spotted me as I walked to her and a smile broke out between us like a kid seeing their birthday presents, and we were both eager to unwrap each other. It was the first kiss but it felt like our 100th, it was like we had known each other for years the way she pressed her lips against mine and the way my hands pulled in her waist. Her body felt perfect against mine. She stood just a bit shorter than me with her curvy body, silky black hair, and slender arms wrapped around my back. She was a puzzle piece I never knew was missing.